Hanging in there

This is day 5 of being alone. Yes, I'm alone with 3 stinkers. There are some mighty-super-moms out there who have done this for much longer than me, and much more often than me (you know who you are!) I'm not so mighty, and I don't think I'm cut out to be alone.

Maybe it's not so wise to state that I'm alone on the internet. But, if some psycho happens to be reading this.... just so you know, I have mace. It's expired, but I'm sure it would still sting a little. And, my neighbors live so close we can hear eachother's toilets flush. So, any strange noise (or knock, right Jen?) and they'll be over here in a flash!

With that said.

I haven't complained at all. What, not complain?... it's so unlike me. Okay, I should clarify. I have commented on how difficult it is being alone, but I haven't whined and moaned about it. I just state the facts. I HATE being without Shawn. And it's a fact, I HATE cooking meals for kids who could care less. So, we've been having my favorite meal to prepare.... Cereal. Thank you Lindsay for giving us 2 HUGE boxes of Frosted Flakes. Now my kids ask for the "candy cereal" when they're hungry. We have cereal...

For Breakfast:

Lunch: 

 Dinner:

 Oh, and snack time too:

 This is my dishwasher today. Bowl bowl bowl bowl bowl. I'm sure we could rinse and re-use these, and we should. But remember, I am alone, and it makes me lazier. I won't even dare show you a photo of the inside of my house.

I guess this post is pointless. Sorry, nothing exciting to share. I guess I just wanted to check in with anyone wondering whether I was insane yet, or had tied my kids up in the closet. We're all alive and well.

And while Shawn has been enjoying his bachelor life.... eating out, watching movies, going golfing, sleeping in (no, I'm not at all bitter). I've been washing my kitchen counter, which smells like poo for some reason and no one can tell me why... climbing through my front window not 1, not 2, but 3 times because the back door is "locking itself"..... picking playdough out of the carpet.... staying up with a screaming child who refuses to go to sleep each night....plucking splinters out of dirty feet ALL DAY LONG (I started carrying the tweezers around with me)..... and washing Reagan's mouth out after she ate something nasty (and unrecognizable) out of the garbage because she "loves eating garbage." nice!

Does this count as complaining? I better stop talking so it doesn't. I want to go a recorded 2 weeks without complaining so I can use it against Shawn for all eternity. You know... "remember the time I watched the kids alone for 2 weeks and never complained once?"